Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the westLike a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beastWith my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chestAt the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east

Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nodAnd where power and position are equated with the grace of GodThese times are famine for the soul while for the senses it's a feastFrom the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east

Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noonHunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented roomHunger on the TV, hunger on the printed pageAnd there's a God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rageIn the absence of lightAnd the deepening nightWhere I wait for the sunLooking east

How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?

Power in the insectPower in the seaPower in the snow falling silentlyPower in the blossomPower in the stonePower in the song being sung alonePower in the wheat fieldPower in the rainPower in the sunlight and the hurricanePower in the silencePower in the flamePower in the sound of the lover's nameThe power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer releasedOn the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least

Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noonHunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groomHunger on the TV, hunger on the printed pageAnd there's a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the ageAnd an absence of lightIn the deepening nightWhere I wait for the sunLooking east